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She shrieks above the din. If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Lasts
Last
Wish
Shrieks
Give
Battle
Without
Fight
Giving
Shall
Kind
Fighting
Lying

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